Whose name was etched upon my lips,
Whose name was etched upon my lips,
When she cast shame upon my guise,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells.
Whose was the cloud of my tresses,
Whose was the kohl within my eyes,
Whose was the veil of my modesty,
Whose was each moment of my life,
For whom each evening would arise,
For whom each evening would arise,
When she cast shame upon my guise,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells.
What things the world would speak of me,
I heard it all, in silence kept,
My eyes, the rivers, flowing free,
For whom I bore, for whom I wept,
He, now, began to cast the blame,
He, now, began to cast the blame,
When she cast shame upon my guise,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells,
I tied the bells, the tinkling bells.
I did not fear the state of things,
From the surroundings, did not flee,
Now, in this, no shame remains for me.
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